Chapter 47

Harry's POV

What happened? All I know is one minute I'm screaming my head off, the next I'm lying on the cement, listening to the slow fading sounds of traffic and Louis calling my name.

Am I dead? I feel alive...just asleep?

"Harry"

Great now I'm hearing things...

"Harry!" The voice whispered, firmer than before, ok my mind is messed up...

I suddenly felt a harsh slap against my cheek, this is getting creepy, I don't know where I am, all I can see is blackness, thousands and millions of miles of nothing, nothing but darkness.

"wake up, please..."

I heard someone sobbing, I can hear, am I not dead? All of my senses seemed to be coming back, I felt someone shaking me violently, my lashes fluttered open, a blinding light shining in my face, I squinted, glancing around an unfamiliar room.

"HE'S AWAKE!"

It was Louis, thank God. He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight, holding me close to his chest as he cried over my shoulder.

"I-I thought you could've died.." He sniffed, wiping the tears from his cheeks and sighing.

I shook my head, confused, what was he talking about?

"Mind if I sit with you?" Louis choked, still crying, I had no idea why, I was fine? Wasn't I?

I nodded and scooted over, he carefully sat next to me and wrapped his arm around me. I nodded, but didn't really acknowledge his existence, I stared blankly at the wall in front of me, "where am I?" I whispered, aloud. Not really sure if I was talking to Louis or just thinking out loud.

"You're at the hospital, you've been out for two days...I thought...I thought you might die.."

I cringed, I'm at a hospital? Just great...that's the last thing I wanted, I'm fine really, everything is just kind of a blur, I don't remember much, I remember me and Louis were taking a walk and then...oh yeah....Edward showed up, I hate him so much, I've met him twice and he's done an excellent job of making my life a living hell, I hate him. That's all I can say.

A nurse poked her head in the room, "are you up for company, mr Styles?"

Who'd be here to see me? Before I had a chance to answer, Niall burst through the door, he ran over and threw his arms around me, "I'm so glad you're ok" he sobbed. Zayn came up behind him, he hugged me, too. "You feeling alright, man?" I shrugged, I honestly don't know, I mean yes, I'm "ok" I'm alive aren't I? I don't know, I just feel, empty, I guess you could say...

Liam hugged me last, asking my permission before putting an arm around me and sighing. He pulled away, shaking his head, "you're very lucky, Harry, you got hit pretty hard"

I raised an eyebrow, "What? What do you mean?"

Liam sat on the edge of my bed and began explaining what had gone on after I was knocked unconscious. Louis said Edward shoved me to ground, I hit my head on a metal flag pole , he would've punched me if it hadn't been for the manager at the coffee shop threatening to call the police, Louis said they took off running, Edward yelling "I'm not finished with you" before disappearing down the street. Louis also added, that if it wasn't for me pushing Edward off of him, he might have ended up with a broken nose or few teeth knocked out.

I listened quietly, I didn't speak to any of them really...

Niall picked up my arm and touched the exposed cuts on my wrist, I absolutely HATED not being able to wear long sleeves..I felt so exposed, everyone could see what I'd done to myself...the fans know it's true now too, about me cutting...

Apparently, I was shown on the news, when an ambulance came to take me to the hospital, they had to remove my shirt to hook me up to some kind of oxygen thingy, and then decided to notify the world that I had cuts and scars up and down both arm, I'm still pissed about that, I would've rather been left there to die...

I only had one question for them though.

"When can I leave?"

Liam told me he'd go ask, when he returned he said I would be able to leave tomorrow morning if I was up for it, I sure as hell was, I'm not spending another day in this retched place, I want out.

An hour later, my nurse said visiting hours were over, and the boys had to leave, they hugged me and told me they loved me, and that was that. I nearly had a fit when she said Louis had to go, I can't function without him, I need him, he's my everything, without him I'm lost, alone, nothing. I didn't care if I embarrassed myself, I wanted Louis, I broke down crying, I held onto his arm, pulling so tight I though I'd rip it from it's socket, eventually, the nurse gave in, I can get my way when I really want something (or someone in this situation) she left the two of us alone and Louis sat in the bed with me, he played with my hair and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I felt bad though... I didn't respond, I just laid there, lifeless it seemed, I still couldn't get over the fact that people hated me so much, hated me enough to act it on it too, not just spamming my newsfeed with awful comments, something they'd never say in real life, no, these people hated me enough to physically hurt me...and here I thought I was loved so dearly...I was wrong, as

I am about everything....